Let's put our eyes back on the battlefield.

It's not just energy that the Triumphant Fortress lacks, but the Nala people's fearless teleportation battles have cost the humans a lot.

The miniature mecha that could still have an advantage gradually lost its due role under the suicide attack of the Nara.

Finally, the ion cannon inevitably fell into the hands of the Nala.

Although Cole ordered the energy channel to be cut off in time, the lack of the strongest spear made the Triumphant Fortress fall silent.

The battle lasted for two hours and thirty minutes, and only the No. 9 area guarded by the 7th Squadron was left with the ion main guns that could be fired.

These eleven main guns became the final key to the fortress to support the battle.

"The salvo is over! Keep the shield! Cole ordered with a gloomy face.

Just a few minutes earlier, he had received a request for reinforcements from the 7th Squadron.

But now there is resistance everywhere, and even if you want to send reinforcements, you have to open a channel to do it.

"Do whatever it takes to hold the main gun." Try to keep your tone calm, Cole doesn't want to be manic, it's useless in combat.

He could still recall the eyes of Captain Fikasr of the Seventh Squadron, who had blood on his power armor just now, with a look of despair.

The huge amount of anti-aircraft artillery can still suppress the enemy's carrier-based aircraft for the time being, and in any case, as long as the landing point is held, the Nala people will not be able to take the fortress for a while and a half!

Now the question is how to hold ......... Twenty-three thousand warriors, this is the largest force that the fortress can promote.

But in the face of the crazy suicide attacks of the Nala people, the most serious thing is a direct blow to morale.

The few squadrons that are now retreating and regrouping are all quickly routed because of the enemy's successive self-explosions.

Many soldiers simply don't know where they have been hit, without anti-magic array support, the teleportation channel of the Nala people is overwhelmed, the defense line? One second he was shooting forward, and the next second he was behind him, and a Nala Death Squad would appear behind him at zero distance............

The morale collapsed so quickly that Cole didn't expect it at all.

Sitting in the command seat and thinking about countermeasures, he still connected to the communication of the command post.

"If it goes on like this, it's hard to hold the fortress!" Cole didn't talk nonsense, he said straight to the point.

Ke Sen naturally understood the current situation of the fortress, but he didn't pick it up, but clicked on a video.

"Even if you don't look for me, I'm ready to look for you, you take a look at this first, don't worry, we've won."

In the video, there is a wreckage, and more than a dozen soldiers are checking whether there are survivors in the wreckage.

The charred corpses were being moved to the open space next to them, and the corpses of these RVs were directly sent to the armored vehicles waiting next to them!

"Bass was bombed, and his life and death are uncertain? Gehr confirmed death?? Lieutenant General Cole's jaw closed in surprise.

This is great news, his head is spinning rapidly, and informing the soldiers who are fighting can have a very powerful uplifting effect.

Ke Sen looked at him, but shook his head and said, "It's not that life and death are uncertain, death is confirmed." You know how, right? ”

Cole was stunned for two seconds, and suddenly understood, no matter whether Buzz is dead or not, he is dead, at least under this sky, Buzz is dead!

Cutting off the communications and clearing his throat, Cole connected to the communications of the whole army, and even lit up a video in the radio channels throughout the fortress.

"Bass is dead, our army will win!" Just eight words, that's enough.

The soldiers, who were still languishing just now, suddenly saw hope, Buzz died? That means the barriers in the West Side have been lifted? Reinforcements from the northern district are also coming soon?

Everyone is excited, as long as they can hold the fortress, victory is within reach!

Reaching out and closing the face guard, Fikasel checked the airtightness, and after confirming that it was correct, he said to the soldier in front of him, "You all saw it? Something big is going on in the West. ”

"I think you all understand what it means to us that Buzz is dead at this time." He picked up the stun gun from the ammunition box and asked in a loud voice, "What should we do now??" ”

"Retake the main gun area!" In unison, crisp and neat.

"I'm sure other people have seen this video and they're going to make the same choice. Let's go! ”

Tick tick! The sound of the fire gate opening echoed in his ears, and Major Fikasel's thoughts were very clear.

The most important thing now is to take advantage of the disturbance of the Nala people and move forward!

The moment he burst out of the passage, the stun gun in his hand erupted in clusters of sparks......

The originally demoralized human beings quickly cheered up, and the retreating squadrons reflexively killed them without waiting for reinforcements.

The people of Nala were blinded by this ferocious counterattack.

Of course, they also saw or heard the video on the radio.

At the beginning, the commanders of the squad could still use "this is fake" to stabilize the morale of the army, but the ensuing crazy counterattack suddenly made these Nala soldiers understand that this is not fake......

Flagship of the 4th Dragoon Fleet.

Kreuzer also saw the video.

Rubbing his temples wearily, he knew that the best chance was gone.

If you could have taken the main gun area in one fell swoop just now, then everything would have been different.

The arrival of a second wave of reinforcements pierced the passage to the power zone, which meant the fall of the fortress.

But now...... He looked up at the old fleet in the universe that was in danger, and even began to make a surprise attack, and Kreuzer only sighed.

The assault plan failed!

"Let them shrink their defenses, but they must hold on to the landing point!" Without reinforcements, it would be foolish to continue to attack on all sides, and Kreuzer knew this very well.

Now that this fleet has shown their final glory, we have to pay equal tribute.

Kreuzer stared at the large screen of the Emperor's fleet, which had basically lost all the small warships, and ordered: "Completely destroy them, and ensure the safety of the flanks is the first priority." ”

Quickly get rid of these guys, and his fleet can assault the fortress at full speed without any scruples!

On the other side, the 7th Dragoon Fleet was completing the sweep.

It has to be said that human beings are indeed a resilient people.

They are very weak in terms of individual ability, both in terms of ability and intelligence.

But they are able to remain crazy and resilient in the face of absolute adversity, much to the baffle of the Nala.

It's as if this fleet, able to continue the operation in the event that the flagship is sunk, as if they did not need command at all.

The cruisers were destroyed, the battleships continued to advance, the battleships were destroyed, and even if only the frigates remained, they still had to rush forward.

The wreck of the destroyer Fixel, the last of the Pane's fleet and the closest to the Seventh Dragoon.

It heroically stormed the left flank of the dragoon fleet, and then ............

Although it did not cause any damage, its spirit is admirable.

"Salute!" General Casamolin rose from his command post and looked at the wreckage that slowly glided past the starboard side of the mothership.

All the officers stood in awe, looking at the warship that represented the last struggle of mankind, and giving them respect and respect.

Toot toot!

The enemy's shelling continues, and the Huber British fleet is still resisting!

"Give them a notice that our fleet is willing to accept prisoners." This was the greatest concession that General Casamolin was able to make.

Destroy the enemy's resistance, this is a direct instruction from the Order, and he must defend it unconditionally.

But the battleship must be destroyed, and life should be preserved.

Humanity has already paid too much blood in this sky......

Unfortunately, after a few minutes, the adjutant looked at Casamolin helplessly and replied that it was not very friendly.

"Alright, let's move on to the fight!" The dragoon fleet, which had been suspended for a short time, resumed the battle, and the next wave of attack on the four motherships was also unfolding.

Admiral Marne sat in the command seat, and he just watched the light of the stars flickering in the distance, and the three hours had passed.

But no reinforcements arrived.

Countless points of light appear on the radar sensor.

This is the enemy's shipborne attack wave.

Without the pinning down of Pahn's fleet, the enemy finally focused all his attention on them.

Fortunately, due to their sacrifice, the rear fleet finally restored its shield, and they were once again in front, covering the retreat of friendly ships to replenish shield energy.

"Release all carrier-based aircraft! We can only fight with our backs! "Alone, Marne has given up all hope, they cannot retreat, even if they fight to the last battleship.

Otherwise, how would they face the compatriots who died in battle, and what face would he have to meet General Karen under the Nine Springs?

From now on, every round of attacks they must deal with as a decisive battle!

Three hours and seven minutes.

Desperately trying to fly the fighters, 77 fighters of various types is already the largest number that the two motherships can come up with.

The anti-aircraft array also abandoned guarding the front line and moved around the mothership.

Now I'm desperate to defend the mothership!

And the battleship Matron, located behind the formation of the dragoon fleet, has just completed the repair of the power compartment and restored its operational capability.

"Speed up! We're too far from the formation! With the captain's order, the four warships of the entire detachment began to advance towards the battlefield.

That's when he sensed something was wrong.

There was some slight interference in the sensor array, as if it were in an electronic cloud.

"Correction sensors, what's going on?" Puzzled, he looked out of the porthole, and then his mind froze.

The hulls of the three surrounding battleships were hit one after another by silver-white shuttles, but strangely, the shuttles disappeared in a blink of an eye!

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, he thought he was dazzled, but when even his battleship was hit, a violent siren sounded overhead.

"Urgent attention, this ship has been invaded abnormally, please ............ the defense forces" The communications officer could not say any more before he had finished reading the message sent by the priest.

He clutched his throat and slowly collapsed into his seat, unable to utter a word except for Siss's breath.

At three hours and ten minutes, a detachment of battleships Matron and three frigates entered the theater of operations.

Casamolin looked at the detachment on the star map, and though he was a little strange, it seemed to have moved a considerable distance in just three minutes.

But seeing that its identifying signs were normal, Casamolin didn't think much of it.

Maybe it's a display error caused by a delay in location information.

His attention now is on the Xiu Bai Ying fleet that is about to meet the attack.

I have to say that these humans are also very strong, their battle loss rate has exceeded 40%, and in just three minutes, two cruisers were sunk!

But these guys still fought to the death, and their carrier-based aircraft actually cooperated with the air defense cruiser to launch a wave of counterattack climax.

"There is an old saying in mankind that it is called a shipbreaker. Maybe that's how it describes. Casamolin wiped the lenses in his hands, he was a little reluctant to look into the distance, every explosion represented the death of countless lives.

As an elder of the cangshu, his rank in the Order is far higher than that of the military.

This is also the reason why the theater commander is Kreuzer.

In his mind, war is nothing more than a means, in order to achieve only an end.

However, there seems to be something wrong within the current Order.

Just like this time the dragoon fleet came to the west, and the order was simply to destroy the enemy.

No purpose, no limits.

He tried to get the humans on the other side to give up their weapons, but failed.

Taking the canon out of his pocket, Casamolin began to pray for humanity, dead humanity.

And the humans who are about to die.

At 3 hours and 15 minutes, the carrier-based aircraft returned home.

At the cost of two destroyers and two cruisers, the Xiu Bai Ying fleet withstood this wave of attacks.

Although the small ships suffered heavy losses, they still held the mothership.

It was easy for Marne to get up from the podium.

Flames are burning in the bridge, and an automatic fire extinguisher is executing the AI's commands.

In order to minimize damage to the ships behind him, his flagship was forced to completely collapse the shield.

The bridge bulkhead withstood the aftermath at the cost of the cooling system being almost all gone.

"One more time, it's almost time to explain here." Marne said self-deprecatingly.

"Fifty percent of the battle losses, and thirty-seven warships can be put into battle!" The adjutant's report of battle damage soon reached his ears.

"For the price of seven warships, forty of our warships were sunk, and seventy-one of the battleships of the Parn fleet............ This is the ace of the Nala people......" There was a wry smile on his face, and he could see that today was the day of the great murderer.

"The good news is that the fortress has not yet fallen, and as long as we can hold on for ten more hours, the fortress will complete its pivot to support us." The Stronghold side is expected to decide the winner within a few hours, so as long as there is no information about the fall of the Fortress, the greater the defeat of the Nala will be.

"Did you hear that? Brace oneself! Admiral Marne, of course, knew how pitiful this so-called possibility was.

Three hours and twenty minutes.

The battleship Matron had finally finished joining the formation, and it had caught up with the last wave of battle.

This time, the fleet will launch a surprise attack with a shuttle-shaped array, and since the enemy has basically lost its air defense capability, this time the carrier-based aircraft will carry out annihilation operations to try to destroy the enemy's mothership in one wave.

The rearmament of carrier-based aircraft is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Soon, Casamolin heard the report.

"The formation of attack aircraft is complete, and it can attack!"

Finally, he finished his prayer, looked at the enemies in the star chart and ordered, "Concentrate on destroying their mothership!" ”

"Obey the order and concentrate on destroying the enemy's mothership!"

On the wide guidance deck of the Dragon's Fury-class battleship, yellow-painted attack planes are waiting to be guided.

Twelve decks, two hundred and thirty aircraft, no matter which one of them, is far more than the human mothership.

Not to mention just an old mothership in the eastern sector.

Just as the bootstrap permission on the first deck turned green, the entire battleship shook and came to an eerie halt.

Not only this mothership, but soon all four motherships were in this situation.

"What the hell is going on??" Casamolin, of course, sensed the anomaly, and he asked loudly.

"Moving, lack of power?" The communications officer himself was a little incredulous that without the enemy's attack, all four motherships had completely lost power.

The frigate in the back almost crashed into the huge hull of the mothership, which made the situation even more chaotic.

"Let them deal with it quickly! Be quick! "If humanity perceives a problem on this side, then the mothership that is preparing to complete the formation is about to be exposed to enemy attacks.

"Yes!" The communications officer, who was about to issue the order, was stunned.

He stared blankly at the energy bar representing power on the big screen next to him, and the flagship had completely lost power!

Finally......

Xiu Baiying's fleet, everyone was quietly waiting for the enemy's attack, but until the weapon was loaded, the enemy on the opposite side didn't seem to react at all!

Three hours and twenty-five minutes.

The Xiu Bai British fleet, which had not been hit, still completed the salvo.

To their surprise, the enemy could not even open their shields, and at least three battleships were destroyed in this round of salvo kills!

Just when everyone was confused, a woman's face appeared on the big screen......

"Sorry, I'm late. Stop shooting, they're incapacitated. ”